Hey, everyone! Chapter five comin' straight atcha!

"No, Gibby, you can't curse the French on iCarly. And you certainly can't do it shirtless," Carly said, exasperated. Just two minutes into rehearsal, and already people came up with stupid ideas to add to the webcast: Gibby wanted to curse the French, Valerie wanted to kiss me on air, Jonah wanted to eat Sam's post-show ham platter (I swear, that boy had a death wish), and Jeremy wanted to show off his fancy peacock-feather tissues! I swear, the people I live and work with are all certifiably insane.

I hadn't really talked to Carly since the "Sam incident." I had to ask her opinion. And plus, I just realized she never finished telling me that thing about Sam from the first day of our trip. I wonder...

Nah, it can't be. Could it? I didn't really know anymore.

"Carly, where are my meat products?" Sam charged in, completely ignoring my presence.

"Here, Sam," she replied, pointing to the snack table filled with many different meats.

"Sweeeet!"

"Hey, Carly? Can I talk to you for a minute? Privately?"

"Sure, Freddie! What's on your mind?"

"Well, I have this friend--" I began. She rolled her eyes.

"Don't bullshit around with me, Freddie. I'm not stupid. This probably involves you and Sam, right?" I blinked; she really surprised me. I guess she's more observant than I give her credit for.

"Damn, you're good."

"And don't you forget it. Now about that problem..."

"Right. Well, see, she kissed me..."

"What? When?"

"When we were on the ski lift. Remember? She was gonna take me snowboarding?"

"Was it, like, on the cheek?"

"Yeah, but she's so... Samish that I don't know whether she means it, or if she's just playing mind games. She's so complicated! It was easier when I knew she hated me. It was easier before we kissed."

"Wait, what?" Oops.

"Umm... Well, we kinda kissed before that.... Remember the whole 'first kiss' fiasco? Well, when she went to apologize, we both wanted to get it over with... Things happened... And now, I'm kinda in love with Sam!" I yelled the last part, realizing it was true for the first time.

At the mention of her name, Sam looked over, saw me standing next to Carly, and froze.

I saw the panic in her eyes as she stood there with half the meat platter in her mouth.

She ran. Sam can run pretty fast when she needs to. Which seems to be every time someone brings up our complicated history.

"Sam! Wait up!" Ever since I started doing track, I could run fast, too.

I saw her grab her board and run to a closed off course.

"Sam! What're you doing?! You're gonna get seriously hurt! Sam! Come back!" It seems as if I've said her name a million times today.

She blew through the caution tape and boarded down the hill. I sighed and went back to the dining hall. Carly came up to me.

"I think she likes you."

"Wow, no shit?" I said, sarcastically.

"No need to be all hurtful, Mister 'My Girlfriend Keeps Running Away From Me.'"

"Ugh. Whatever, Carly. I'm gonna go look for her. Be on the lookout here, in case she comes back."

"Whatever you say, Sargent Benson."

I ran toward the forest.

Printing up the leather jackets right now, D R O W N-I N-S E Q U I N S. We have our own theme song already! It's a recording of the chattering of chipmunks. :D Beautiful! LET'S MAKE FLYERS!!!!

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